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I keep coming back to the lineWhispered on a friend’s couchConfided in a fire red throw pillow“You did this to us”It’s important to say with meaningAs though counting your failures Would give an excuse for you orMe I’m just trying to surviveStaying angry coal in my chestThis is the age of modern livingHard lines on the furniture pushedAround a mattress on the floorI would not be so bold or braveIn the grace of your loveFor hostility and self-destructionAmbiguity is comfortable overCertainty in a situation whereI did this to me